Deer crossing in suburbia
On my way into work - and very close to work - I got to yield to a deer crossing the road. He paralleled the intersection crosswalk by about 10 feet when he cut across the four-lane, divided road. He came down the hill from a tennis court and ended up in the little wooded splot behind some townhouses. He had well-developed forks, so was either two or three years old. He was trotting with a tiny hitch, his head was almost horizontal and bobbing, and his mouth was open and dripping slightly. He was at the end of a run, the end of a fight, getting over a slight injury, or rabid. My optimism would like to vote for "end of a run" or "end of a successful fight" and that he's either returning to his girls or already got his girl.